It's beginning to look a lot like ridiculous

I’ve got mixed feelings right now. Part of me is really happy and excited. Another part is a little anxious. The other part is mad.

I finally got in touch with the Dean of Academic Affairs today. It turns out that she was out sick last week. I spoke with her over the phone and she said that if I could provide proof — an Academic Advising Form that my advisor wrote the class down on and signed — she would let me graduate. Voila, I have the form! I’m going to meet with her tomorrow to give her the form and take care of whatever paperwork or whatever is necessary.

The bad news is, because I gave up last night, I’ve got to get as much Visual Basic done as possible before midnight tonight. Kind of makes me want to kick myself for not at least trying.

I also might be getting a better car. It’s a 1998 Pontiac Sunfire and the guy will give it to me for $400. I have to go look at it tomorrow with Dad to assess some minor damage and a couple things that are wrong with it. If Dad thinks he can fix the few things that are wrong, and I like the car, I’m getting it.

The downside of things is that tonight I found out a couple certain family members were talking shit about me at a recent birthday party we all went to. It’s nothing that hasn’t been said to my face, but it just pisses me off that someone who was supposed to be my friend would talk badly about me behind my back. It was shocking enough when this person said it to my face; it’s even more shocking to know that they said it to someone else, without me there to defend myself. I am so tired of fake people and the little jabs that this side of the family likes to dish out. I trusted this person, and I thought we were close, but I guess I was wrong.

On top of that, I called another family member — same side of the family — to make sure it was okay if Mike came to dinner and they kind of hemmed and hawed and claimed to not have room. Then they gave me a hard time about us coming later because we also have another place to be. I am so tired of these people refusing to accept our relationship. I thought this person was better than that; they’re usually more welcoming when I bring him around. I didn’t even tell him, because I didn’t want his feelings to get hurt, which I guess is why I was kind of annoyed that he didn’t seem to care when I complained to him about the other family members’ remarks and this one’s problem with us being late.

I constantly feel like the outcast of the family. I don’t know why, but they all seem to have something against me. I never did anything to them. There’s always some sort of jabbing remark, or disapproval toward my boyfriends or my choices. I’m not stupid, I know what qualities to go after in a person. I have standards. I also know how to make decisions for my own life.

Anyway, I have a monster of a headache from doing the whole last minute shopping thing, and I really need to get as much VB done as possible. I guess Thursday will be an interesting day, at the least.

My problems are overweight

Lately it’s been one thing after another for me. Just when things start to look up, just when I start to figure a way out, something else crashes down on me. I guess it could be worse, but right now it doesn’t seem like it possibly could be.

On top of trying to figure out how I am going to afford and get to SCSU next semester, having more and more car troubles, seeing (and hearing!) less and less of Mike as he works 10-15 hours during third shift, dealing with my health problems, and dealing with my living arrangements, I’ve received a letter stating that I can’t graduate until I complete the math requirements for my degree.

At first, I scoffed at it. “It’s got to be a mistake,” I told myself; I’d taken both of the required classes that I’d been told by my advisor to take. I called the Associate Registrar who is in charge of the graduation applications and left her a voicemail, under the assumption that the records office had made a mistake.

Wrong.

Apparently I have been misled by my advisor, because the second math course I took is not college-level; it doesn’t count toward my degree. The Associate Registrar called me back and explained this to me as I stood with my mouth hanging open. I told her that my advisor had told me it was the right course, and she said that he was mistaken and that I would have to take the right course before I could graduate.

I ranted and raved to Tyla, who suggested I check to see if any math courses were being offered during the winter special session. No luck.

I talked to Mom, who suggested I try to get in touch with someone at the college and see if they could help me. I’ve emailed the head of the Arts and Humanities Department, so hopefully she can help me or point me in the right direction.

I don’t feel that it’s fair for me to wait a whole other semester because of someone else’s mistake. I can’t attend both colleges at the same time, so I would literally have to wait until Fall 2009 to start at SCSU. I’d also have to wait on advancing my career because I still won’t have the A.A. I mean, if I’d known that the second math course I took was not the right course, I wouldn’t have wasted my time and money on it. I really struggle with math, and those two semesters were utter hell. I still have no idea how I managed to pass them. To think that I didn’t even have to take the second course, and might have to take yet a third is daunting. I already put in six credit hours towards math.

At this point, I’m so desperate that I’m willing to bother every big-wig at my college until someone makes this go away. I was so determined and had finally figured out how I would get to SCSU in the spring, and now this. I’m starting to wonder if I’m meant to graduate. :P

Warning: Blaaahg post ahead

This turned out to be a longer post than I intended. It’s (most) of my woes, so if you want to skip it and read something more cheery, I recommend the Fun stuff category. Otherwise, leave a comment and tell me about your woes. It’s not all about me here, anyway. :)


This morning on my way to work, I passed a Sunoco and glanced at the price. It was $1.99 a gallon (cash). While most of us rejoice at this lower, Walmart-style price, there’s that nagging feeling in the back of my head that says, “this is bad.” I am only vaguely aware that the reason for the lower gas prices is the declining stock market. The people around me who know about these things — like KJ at work — tell me that the price of gas is going to keep going down, since the stock market won’t be going up anytime soon.

It’s a Catch 22, just like my own financial situation. I ranted a little about this on Scars Can Speak (the Letters of Love blog), and I’ve been writing in my own journal every day about different ways to tackle this problem. Either way, I lose on something. If, for example, I get a second job, I’ll be doing even more running from place to place and who knows how I’ll get my school work done for the rest of the semester. If I get more hours or can go full-time at my current job, I’ll only be able to take two classes next semester rather than getting a full head start on my BA. If I can’t get more hours at my current job and can’t get a second job, I’ll have to leave my current job (which I really like) for a full-time corporate job. Yes, I’d be making more money, but I wouldn’t be able to go back to school full-time for a while. I’d have to be a part-time student. It would take forever. I am so career-oriented and want everything done yesterday that it would drive me nuts. Continue reading

Letting it all out

To start with, my car is intent on killing me. It has a lot of weird electrical problems that can’t be fixed because there’s no telling where it’s coming from. My windshield wipers work only when they want to — as in, never. Even if I disconnect the battery — which I have to if I’m going to be somewhere for more than two hours, or else some unknown source will drain it — sometimes it still won’t start when I reconnect it. Sometimes I have to put it into Neutral before it will start. Sometimes the windows won’t go down, or the window fuse will blow. There’s more that I’m forgetting, but that’s basically it. Continue reading